From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show-Chapter 931: Losing Hope

June was inevitably kicked out.

"Bro?" Minjun asked as June went out of Lena's room.

His eyes widened when he saw that June's collar had become looser than before, with some of his chest showing.

"Wait," he muttered.

June sighed and shook his head, already knowing what he was going to say. "Don't even think about it," June said. "None of that happened."

Minjun frowned when he heard how weak June sounded.

"Are you alright?" he asked, turning serious.

June pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah," he muttered. However, it was obvious that he wasn't.

"Are you sure?" Minjun asked once again, to which June weakly nodded in response. "So, did you two make up? Can I see you more often?"

June pursed his lips and shook his head. "I don't think that's possible, buddy."

Minjun frowned. "Why not? I thought you two had a good talk."

June chuckled and ruffled his hair. "It does not have anything to do with that. I just-I'll be busy with the trials and all of that. I might even lay low after all of it."

"Wait," Minjun muttered. "Why are you talking like you're going to lose the trial?"

"When is it, even?" he asked.

"Two weeks from now," June answered, sighing. "Anyway, it will be a while before we see each other, so take care of yourself, alright? Take care of your mom, too."

With that, he walked to the door, but Minjun was still left frowning.

"Big bro!" he exclaimed, making June halt. However, he didn't turn around.

"I'm not going to lose you, too, am I?" he asked, sounding broken.

That made June's heartache. He pursed his lips and shook his head, finally turning around with a sincere smile.

"You're not," he said.

Then, he turned around once more before waving goodbye. With that, he went out of their house.

He walked to the streets and saw that Lei's car wasn't parked in front of Kim Kwan's house anymore. From afar, he also saw Haruto's car. It seemed like they went to fetch him even though June didn't inform them.

He walked to the car and went inside.

Haruto turned around. "Where did you come from? I saw you walking away from that house."

June didn't answer, so Haruto took that as a sign not to pry further.

"Well, how did it go?" he asked. "Did you manage to get his support?"

June looked out of the window and shook his head.

Marcus and Haruto exchanged glances before collectively sighing in disappointment.

"Ah, shit," Haruto cursed. "Well, I didn't think it would be that easy. So we could try again. Marcus is looking for dirt under his name. We can use it to blackmail him."

"Don't bother," June said, raking his fingers through his hair.

Haruto frowned. "What? What do you want to do, then? Do you want to get support from ESTEEM instead?"

"They won't take me," June muttered.

Haruto's frown deepened. "Do you have any ideas, then?"

June nodded as he watched the trees pass by quickly.

"I'll

go through with the trial," June said. "Then, after that, I'll probably lay low." "What?" Haruto exclaimed. "Are you hearing yourself right now? We don't know what kind of evidence they're going to pull out in the trial! You could go to jail, and I would pay for the bail. However, that would also mean your career is over! There are still two weeks left until the trial. We can still find something that would make everything much easier for you to bounce back from this."

June sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. "Honestly, it was kind of insane for me to think I would be able to win against him in my second life. Maybe, in my third life, I would be able to do so."

"Oh, don't give me that crap, June," Haruto said. "We're so close. You're so close!"

June sighed and leaned against the headrest before closing his eyes. "I feel strange, Haruto," he softly said.

At that moment, Haruto felt a lump form in his throat?

June's voice sounded like his past self just now-not the new, strong June that he had come to love. However, he sounded like the Choi Joon Ho that started losing hope in his dream. frёewebηovel.cѳm

If there was someone in the world who deserved to be an idol, then it was June.

There could be a hundred multiverses out there, but Haruto would believe that June would still be an idol.

Haruto sighed and bit his lip, placing his hand under his chin.

"Marcus," he said.

"Yes, master?"

"Go to Seoul Square."

Marcus nodded without any question. Meanwhile, June frowned, straightening his spine. "Where are we going? It's been a long day for me, so I want to sleep."

"Hell no," Haruto said. "I'm not letting you go home with this kind of attitude. You can feel tired, but you can never give up, okay?"

June clicked his tongue. "So, where exactly are you taking me?"

"To show you why you're here in the first place," Haruto vaguely answered. June was still confused, but he had no choice but to comply with what Haruto was planning.

Then, they finally arrived at Seoul Square-the liveliest street in Seoul. It could be compared to Times Square in a way. There were a lot of buskers, b-boy dancers, and people in general. As they got out of the car, June quickly felt overstimulated. He was wearing the mask and beanie that Haruto brought out of his compartment as he looked around the place.

"This is just making me more tired," June sighed.

"Oh, don't worry," Haruto said. "I'll take you somewhere that would liven up your blood."

June's frown deepened as Haruto held onto his arm. Marcus wheeled him away, and June was pulled along with them.

Then, they stopped in the middle of the place where the largest crowd had gathered.

"They're the most famous buskers around here," Haruto said.

June looked at the crowd and nodded. "I could see that," he muttered. "So, what are we doing

here?"

Before Haruto could answer, one of the members of the band spoke loudly into the

microphone.

"It's time for us to rest!" the lead vocalist of the band said. "So, we're going with our iconic segment-bystander busker! Whose soul is brave enough to sing in front of our audience

tonight?"

Haruto smirked and elbowed Marcus' side.

"Right here!" Marcus exclaimed in a loud voice.